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Leta Anderson United States (11/6/2011 12:29:00 PM)

This is about a mother raising her children down in the deep south. Liza, Liza bless da lord dont you no ur days r bored, if u dont get up u scam there b trouble in this camp, thnk I'm gonna let u sleep while I's make ur board and keep. that's a purdy howdy do don't u hear me Liza u. please help me find this poem and poet who wrote it

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  • Rookie Edgar Gordon (5/13/2012 12:37:00 PM) Post reply
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    This is the Poem, can I get it, in it's entirety?

  • Freshman - 1,463 Points Laura Burns (11/6/2011 4:38:00 PM) Post reply

    IN THE MORNING
    by Paul Lawrence Dunbar

    'Lias! 'Lias! Bless de Lawd!
    Don' you know de day's erbroad?
    Ef you don' git up, you scamp,
    Dey 'll be trouble in dis camp.
    T'ink I gwine to let you sleep
    W'ile I meks yo' boa'd an' keep?
    Dat's a putty howdy-do-
    Don' you hyeah me, 'Lias-you?

    Bet ef I come crost dis flo'
    You won' fin' no time to sno'.
    Daylight all a-shinin' in
    Wile you sleep-w'y hit's a sin!
    Ain't de can'le-light enough
    To bu'n out widout a snuff,
    But you go de mo'nin' thoo
    Bu'nin' up de daylight too?

    'Lias, don' you hyeah me call?
    No use tu'nin' to'ds de wall;
    I kin hyeah dat mattuss squeak;
    Don' you hyeah me w'en I speak?
    Dis hyeah clock done struck off six-
    Ca'line, bring me dem ah sticks!
    Oh, you down, suh; huh, you down-
    Look hyeah, don' you daih to frown.

    Ma'ch yo'se'f an' wash yo' face,
    Don' you splattah all de place;
    I got somep'n else to do,
    'Sides jes' cleanin' aftah you.
    Tek dat comb ah' fix yo' haid-
    Looks jes' lak a feddah baid.
    Look hyeah, boy, I let you see
    You sha' n't roll yo' eyes at me.

    Come hyeah; bring me dat ah strap!
    Boy, I'll whup you 'twell you drap;
    You done felt yo'se'f too strong,
    An' you sholy got me wrong.
    Set down at dat table thaih;
    Jes' you whimpah ef you daih!
    Evah mo'nin' on dis place,
    Seem lak I mus' lose my grace.

    Fol' yo' han's an' bow yo' haid-
    Wait ontwell de blessin' 's said;
    'Lawd, have mussy on ouah souls-'
    (Don' you daih to tech dem rolls-)
    'Bless de food we gwine to eat-'
    (You set still-I _see_ yo' feet;
    You jes' try dat trick agin!)
    'Gin us peace an' joy. Amen! '

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